Viv yells before I’ve cleared the threshold of Madge’s, her twinkling eyes accusing me as I shuffle my way to the table and fall down with a plop. How they even know this just by looking at me is not worth thinking about, so I just ignore the creepiness of it all and attack the cherry donuts they’ve ordered today, intent on burying my failure beneath a landslide of comfort eating and plain old denial. “Crap, you slept with him after one battle. Even I did better than that with Alex,” Nat mutters, shaking her head dolefully. “I can’t help it! My husband is hot,” I hiss back. “He moved the sheet away and did this thing with his hips—” “Oh, shut up! I do not need to hear this about my brother!” Cammy yells, covering her ears, with a gag for good measure. We all break out laughing when she starts humming the theme to Star Wars and pulls a face to let us know how unimpressed she is.
